Disclaimer: I only own Eden.

Kensi quietly turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door. She'd been on an undercover assignment for the past two weeks, and was very anxious to get back to her husband and daughter.

It was half past eleven at night, so Kensi was careful to be quiet. She closed the door behind her and went into the living room to put her bag down. She got a bit of a fright when she saw someone on her couch, but quickly calmed down when she realised that it was only Deeks and their daughter, Eden. They were slumped on the couch and the TV was playing quietly.

Kensi smiled and shook her head. She circled around to the front of the couch and turned the TV up. Behind her, she heard a small groan, so she turned around. Deeks' blue eyes stared back at her and he smiled.

"Kens," he greeted groggily, then cleared his throat. "You're back."

Kensi responded by pressing her lips to his. She then put the bag down.

"What are you doing?" she wondered quietly, brushing one of his curls out of his face.

"Eden wanted to try the watching-TV-all-night thing," Deeks responded, pulling his arm out from where Eden's head rested on it. She stirred.

"You're spoiling her, Deeks!" Kensi scolded before Eden opened her eyes.

"Mama!" she breathed sleepily. Kensi couldn't help but smile and bend down and pick the little four-year-old up off the couch.

"You tired, baby?" Kensi soothed, kissing Eden's forehead. She nodded.

"Daddy said we could watch TV," Eden murmured, struggling to stay awake. "All night."

"Well, you didn't quite make it," Kensi whispered, kissing her again. "Maybe when you're a bit older. Now, let's get you into bed."

"But I don't wanna go!" Eden whined, suddenly awake. "I wanna stay up wif daddy!"

Deeks smiled. Eden still couldn't pronounce her th sounds, and so always made an f sound, and he found it totally adorable.

"Well, if daddy were to go to bed, would you go?" Kensi negotiated. Eden pondered this offer for a moment and then nodded.

"If daddy go to bed, then I go to bed!" she decided. Kensi looked over at Deeks, expecting him to get up and go to bed. But, instead, she got puppy eyes.

"But I don't wanna go!" Deeks whined, imitating Eden's earlier actions, plus the puppy eyes. "I wanna stay up and watch TV!"

If looks could kill, Deeks would have been dead right there. But he couldn't help it; it was so adorably scary when Kensi was mad. Yeah, it was cheesy, but it was also true. Deeks simply smiled innocently at her.

Kensi said nothing. She merely set Eden down in Deeks lap and stormed up the stairs to have a shower and then go to bed. In the shower, she scrubbed as hard as she could, not caring about the rashes that formed in some places. She was just so angry. She was tired, had to get a four-year-old off to bed, and Deeks wasn't helping at all.

After her shower, she felt a lot better. She brushed her teeth, dried her hair and then wandered into her bedroom. She couldn't help but smile at what she saw – both Deeks and Eden passed out in the bed.

She decided not question how Deeks had gotten Eden into bed. She merely climbed in and kissed both of them on the forehead.

"Goodnight, Eden. Goodnight, Marty."

Kensi reached up to turn the lamp off and curled up on her side of the bed. She was almost asleep when she heard Deeks speak.

"'Night Kensalina. I love you," he slurred, not opening his eyes.

"I love you, too, Marty."